Ask Me

Ask Me Speak to me of a memory that ran into the sand Taken by the tide drifting away But at a low ebb, glitter on the lonely strand. Speak to me of memories seen by a child When his mother was young and danced Laughter on her lips and stars in her eyes. Speak to me memory in the haze of dreams When life was lovely and summers long Hold to a vision of yore till your life ends. Speak to me memory, of your many oceans When life was sad, books made you sane In every port, a letter from your mother.